There is no right there is no wrong there only is
And what is to one is not to another
To find this difference is the object of existence
In wisdom there is ignorance
In ignorance there is wisdom
I can only perceive what I can sense
I can only be aware of a small part of what I perceive
What would it be like to see colors through the eyes of a butterfly?
I peer through a pin hole into the vastness of eternity
And wonder what it would be like to look back from the other side of infinity
Would I see the pin hole?
Would I know what was on this side?